RE: For those who have been asking, Alicia's movie project isn't going ahead at the moment due to her split from her girlfriend. But a college professor is apparently going to help her put on a play. Personally I think this is rather unusual: I've never heard of anything like this happening before, anywhere. I suspect the professor is just trying to get into her pants (despite her lesbian phrase she's still quite cute and still has long hair.) Well, as I was promised a part in the movie I imagine I'll have a part in the play too. I emailed her asking for the script but she didn't get back to me yet. Must be busy (busy having SEX with professor pervert, that is!)
After the disasterist trip to the coffee shop I had resigned myself to the fact that I'd be single forever. I finally felt well enough to get a job so went down to the bakery to ask for one, to find that they had filled all the vacancies! Just my luck. Even worse I saw a lot of mexicans hanging around outside and Thames said they've been working there. And we all know Mexicans work for much lower wages than normal people and I'm not willing to take a paycut to compete. So I could be out of work for a long time to come.
At a loose end I decided to go over to see my ex. I made the excuse that I was going to pick up some stuff I'd left there (my copy of GTA: Chinatown Wars on DS, I was worried that Chuck would play it and try to recreate the missions as he's quite impressionable), but really I just wanted to see her again to see if I felt something. Anything. I did feeling someting: disbelief. Disbelief that I ever dated someone so old. In the time we've been apart she seems to have aged five years. She looked nearly as old as my mom. I almost felt sorry for her. But really I just felt nothing as I looked at her. That was no connection, like I didn't know her at all.
Chuck and Lisa were there, which was nice. It turned out I didn't even need to worry about GTA, Chuck had smashed the DS in two months ago so he couldn't possibly have played it even if he had wanted too. It was upsetting to learn that Chuck had gone back to his old smashing ways. Maybe if he had a stable male role model around he would have been okay. But it's not my problem. Even if we hadn't have broken up when we did, we would have eventually. It wasn't meant to be between us. I felt very little as I hugged Chuck and told him to be good and he rolled his eyes and kicked me in the shins.
Lisa was good though, as always. She's grown a lot. She's cute and a brainbox. She will go far in life. I'm glad. She'll get away from her mother and brother and horrible home and be a big success. She didn't say anything to me and rejected my hug, but that's because she's a deep thinker. Her mind is on higher matters and she is unable to express how she feels with people. I know on the inside she cares about me and appreciated me coming to see.
I was in a deep depression that night as I sat in my bedroom. I was just about to come to this site and tell you all about what had happened that day, that was how low I felt. But then a stone hit my bedroom window. I jumped and spilled coke on my keyboard, but it didn't start buzzing or smoke start rising from it like on tv. In fact it was perfectly fine when I tried to type the next day.
I looked out my window and there was Thames. Even from so far away I could tell he was stoned out of his ass.
I went downstairs and snuck him up without mom seeing. I lay him down on his bed. He was really bad. His eyes were so read and he mumbled incoherantly (even worse than normal) for like ten minutes. All he'd say after that was "4:20, bro!" He then started crying. He told me he'd split up with Miss Munch after a blazing row over Obama (she thinks he's a puppet of the freemasons after reading a Dan Brown book or something, the details weren't clear) that lasted six hours. He'd gotten stoned up to his ears afterwards and had come to see me as I'm his "best friend, mandog, I love you." I couldn't stop myself grinning from ear to ear when he said that.
He started to get un-stoned after a while and we talked more normally. I told him how I'd went to see my ex and felt nothing, not even lust in my heart. "Maybe you really are gay then, hehe," he said. "Maybe you were right and we should get together, haha," he said a moment later. I was stunned. I felt a rush of something. I don't even know. I felt like I should kiss him to see what would happen.
So I kissed him to see would happen.
He was shocked, but didn't react violently like I had feared. He just sat there for a while.
"Fuck it," he said. "Life and the world are going to hell anyway Might as well go out in style." He kissed me back. It was...a kiss. I thought I would feel more. But I put it down to him being semi-stoned and not as gay as me.
"Let's do everything," I said. He kind of nodded. I removed his pants...
I don't know how much to say here as this is a family BBS and I know some parents read this board with their kids. I've tried to keep my stories PG in the past and leave out some sexual details. I'm not into writing smut. Let's just say we both got fully nude and started to explore each other's bodies and had a "sword fight" if you know what I mean.
But still, it didn't feel right. But it had to be, right? I had to be gay. It explained everything! Yet it just wasn't working. I was frustrated by Thames too. I was really going for it, but he was just kind of lying there for much of it. At one point I even thought he was asleep. I ended up slapping his lower back trying to get his body to move the way I wanted it to.
Eventually, I reached a "climax" if you know what I meant. It was a blowout. Literally, but also because I didn't have an orgasm. It just...finished. I...well, you know, but...it was like a fizzle. It wasn't the same as when I'm on my own, or how sex used to be when I first started doing it. I was so angry. At myself, and at Thames as he sarcastically said "was it good for you?"
"GET OUT, GET OUT, GET OUT, GET OUT, YOU GET OUT," I said. I didn't care if mom hear. "GET THE OUT!" I put his clothes on him and shoved him out. After everything...for it to be like that...I just don't know anymore.
I need love.
After the disasterist trip to the coffee shop I had resigned myself to the fact that I'd be single forever. I finally felt well enough to get a job so went down to the bakery to ask for one, to find that they had filled all the vacancies! Just my luck. Even worse I saw a lot of mexicans hanging around outside and Thames said they've been working there. And we all know Mexicans work for much lower wages than normal people and I'm not willing to take a paycut to compete. So I could be out of work for a long time to come.
At a loose end I decided to go over to see my ex. I made the excuse that I was going to pick up some stuff I'd left there (my copy of GTA: Chinatown Wars on DS, I was worried that Chuck would play it and try to recreate the missions as he's quite impressionable), but really I just wanted to see her again to see if I felt something. Anything. I did feeling someting: disbelief. Disbelief that I ever dated someone so old. In the time we've been apart she seems to have aged five years. She looked nearly as old as my mom. I almost felt sorry for her. But really I just felt nothing as I looked at her. That was no connection, like I didn't know her at all.
Chuck and Lisa were there, which was nice. It turned out I didn't even need to worry about GTA, Chuck had smashed the DS in two months ago so he couldn't possibly have played it even if he had wanted too. It was upsetting to learn that Chuck had gone back to his old smashing ways. Maybe if he had a stable male role model around he would have been okay. But it's not my problem. Even if we hadn't have broken up when we did, we would have eventually. It wasn't meant to be between us. I felt very little as I hugged Chuck and told him to be good and he rolled his eyes and kicked me in the shins.
Lisa was good though, as always. She's grown a lot. She's cute and a brainbox. She will go far in life. I'm glad. She'll get away from her mother and brother and horrible home and be a big success. She didn't say anything to me and rejected my hug, but that's because she's a deep thinker. Her mind is on higher matters and she is unable to express how she feels with people. I know on the inside she cares about me and appreciated me coming to see.
I was in a deep depression that night as I sat in my bedroom. I was just about to come to this site and tell you all about what had happened that day, that was how low I felt. But then a stone hit my bedroom window. I jumped and spilled coke on my keyboard, but it didn't start buzzing or smoke start rising from it like on tv. In fact it was perfectly fine when I tried to type the next day.
I looked out my window and there was Thames. Even from so far away I could tell he was stoned out of his ass.
I went downstairs and snuck him up without mom seeing. I lay him down on his bed. He was really bad. His eyes were so read and he mumbled incoherantly (even worse than normal) for like ten minutes. All he'd say after that was "4:20, bro!" He then started crying. He told me he'd split up with Miss Munch after a blazing row over Obama (she thinks he's a puppet of the freemasons after reading a Dan Brown book or something, the details weren't clear) that lasted six hours. He'd gotten stoned up to his ears afterwards and had come to see me as I'm his "best friend, mandog, I love you." I couldn't stop myself grinning from ear to ear when he said that.
He started to get un-stoned after a while and we talked more normally. I told him how I'd went to see my ex and felt nothing, not even lust in my heart. "Maybe you really are gay then, hehe," he said. "Maybe you were right and we should get together, haha," he said a moment later. I was stunned. I felt a rush of something. I don't even know. I felt like I should kiss him to see what would happen.
So I kissed him to see would happen.
He was shocked, but didn't react violently like I had feared. He just sat there for a while.
"Fuck it," he said. "Life and the world are going to hell anyway Might as well go out in style." He kissed me back. It was...a kiss. I thought I would feel more. But I put it down to him being semi-stoned and not as gay as me.
"Let's do everything," I said. He kind of nodded. I removed his pants...
I don't know how much to say here as this is a family BBS and I know some parents read this board with their kids. I've tried to keep my stories PG in the past and leave out some sexual details. I'm not into writing smut. Let's just say we both got fully nude and started to explore each other's bodies and had a "sword fight" if you know what I mean.
But still, it didn't feel right. But it had to be, right? I had to be gay. It explained everything! Yet it just wasn't working. I was frustrated by Thames too. I was really going for it, but he was just kind of lying there for much of it. At one point I even thought he was asleep. I ended up slapping his lower back trying to get his body to move the way I wanted it to.
Eventually, I reached a "climax" if you know what I meant. It was a blowout. Literally, but also because I didn't have an orgasm. It just...finished. I...well, you know, but...it was like a fizzle. It wasn't the same as when I'm on my own, or how sex used to be when I first started doing it. I was so angry. At myself, and at Thames as he sarcastically said "was it good for you?"
"GET OUT, GET OUT, GET OUT, GET OUT, YOU GET OUT," I said. I didn't care if mom hear. "GET THE OUT!" I put his clothes on him and shoved him out. After everything...for it to be like that...I just don't know anymore.
I need love.
And, when did she split fromt he Lipstick Lesb?
